من غلام قمرم غیر قمر هیچ مگو پیش من جز سخی شمع و شکر هیچ مگو
سخن رنج مگو جز سخن گنج مگو ور از این بیخبری رنج مبر هیچ مگو
من به گوش تو سخنهای نهان خواهم گفت سر بجنبان که بلی جز که به سر هیچ مگو
ای نشسته تو در این خانه پرنقش و خیال خیز از این خانه برو رخت ببر هیچ مگو
The faithless Moslem and the faithful infidel
Before I judge someone else, there is no one else. You and I are an extension of a single refined universal thought. There is no one else. I am no one else.
First Reflectionای دریغا مر ترا گنجا بدی ** تا ز جانم شرح دل پیدا شدی
A Moslem fought an infidel one day
And as they fought requested time to pray.
He prayed and fought again — the infidel
Then asked for time to say his prayers as well;
He went aside to find a cleaner place
And there before his idol bowed his face.
The Moslem, when he saw him kneel and bow,
Said: Victory is mine if I strike now.”
But as he raised his sword for that last stroke,
A warning voice from highest heaven spoke:
‘O vicious wretch — from head to foot deceit —
What promises are these, you faithless cheat?
His blade was sheathed when you asked him for time;
For you to strike him now would be a crime —
Have you not read in Our Koran the verse
“Fulfil your promises”? And will you curse
The word you gave? The infidel was true;
He kept his promises, and so should you.
You offer evil in return for good —
With others act as to yourself you would!
The infidel kept faith with you, and where
Is your fidelity, for all your prayer?
You are a Moslem, but false piety
Is less than this poor pagan’s loyalty.’
The Moslem heard this speech and went apart;
Sweat poured from him, remorse accused his heart.
The pagan saw him as if spell-bound stand,
Tears in his eyes, his sword still in his hand,
And asked: ‘Why do you weep?’ The man replied:
‘My shame is not a matter I can hide’ —
He told him of the voice that he had heard
Reproaching him when he would break his word,
And ending said: ‘My tears anticipate
The fury of your vengeance and your hate.’
But when the infidel had heard this tale,
His eyes were filled with tears, his face turned pale —
‘God censures you for your disloyalty
And guards the life of His sworn enemy —
Can I continue to be faithless now?
I’ll burn my gods, to Allah I will bow,
Expound His law! Too long my heart has lain
In darkness bound by superstition’s chain.’
What infidelity you give for love!
But I shall wait until the heavens above
Confront you with the actions you have done
And number them before you, one by one.
دید احمد را ابو جهل و بگفت ** زشت نقشی کز بنی هاشم شگفت
Such a person would neither rejoice upon attaining what is pleasing,
nor be shaken upon attaining what is not pleasing.
With steady discernment, without being bewildered,
the knower of Brahman is established in Brahmin.
– Beloved Lords Song –
All echoes to my reflections, wh
The Omnipresent Certainly does not Assume anyone’s misdeeds Or virtuos deeds. Knowledge is covered by The absence of knowledge, By which living beings Are bewildered. But for those in whom this absence of knowledge of the self is destroyed by knowledge – For them, knowledge, like the sun, causes illumination, as does the Supreme. Those whose discernment Is focused on that supreme whose self is absorbed in that, whose foundation is that, wholly devoted to that – Such persons proceed to that from which there is no return, their misdeeds shaken off by knowledge.
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The Hoopoe’s Call
Letters to Shamheer
Vexilla Regis prodeunt Inferni
And learning inabilities, an ass must inherit,
What of smaller strives, that day to day retain,
How target dreams of big, when efforts carry pain;
For find you no such purpose,
That life must predefine,
As life is ever renewing,
Each day anew you mine;
– The Eternal Song: Book of Parables –
In unconditioned rest he fain would live;
Hence this companion purposely I give,
Who stirs, excites, and must, as devil, work.
The secret truth that haunts the devil’s mind.’
When Moses met the devil that same day
He asked for his advice and heard him say:
‘Remember this, repeat it constantly,
Don’t speak of ‘me’, or you will be like me.’
If life still holds you by a single hair,
The end of all your toil will be despair;
No matter how you prosper, there will rise
Before your face a hundred smirking ‘I’s.
Hear, O children of immortal bliss! You are born to be united with the Lord. Follow the path of the illumined ones, And be united with the Lord of Life.
What started as conversations of love, also became cathartic in fair theraputic essence. From the day we met, our whispers were perpetual, or so I thought. What I never truly had grasped, was the strength of a refined thought. It moves my hands, it moves the worlds. Those conversations for my continuous survival, for my necessary fight against those ever-whispering demons of my darkness, became music: they became poetry, letters, books, thoughts, projects – what you may, and rightly so, now call obsession, what I simply find my hearts adamation. The bonding vow, sacred and ancient in nature – holds me poetically caged in incessant hellfire of my own creations. From those hellfires, it is the convictions of love, that allow me to bring some rare pearls possible only from the depths of the abyss of these painfully excruciating flames.
If along these battles what I learn for my survivals, helps you then light on fellow traveller, if it is of no use to you – you’re smart! But, if you have a problem, do it in your domains, and good luck. I am too occupied to care for your validations now.
The demons of suicide never stop pulling, barely let you sleep, never an exciting nor motivating moment – yet, we will learn, life is one and continous. Now, and after. Then giving up, failure can never be an option. With this in mind, we will find soon we are never alone. Never have been. Never will be. Patience enslaves the demons from the freedom that is Reality. I will whisper this to you, hopefully for as long as I, by the permission in Whose Hands is the Ownership of my entirety, allows the belief in my love to succeed over demons from ending this journey before my natural time. And if it comes into your heart, then remind of me this also, for I forget it all in front of my demons uncountable times every moments. You are not alone. If you think you have no one, (that we always do), then at the very least, at this moment know this, you do – for now: this weirdo.
So, let us then seek refuge as in brightning hope of daybreak, from the demons we can see, and those we cannot. For they whisper and retreat, corrupting the passages of translations in our minds, hence creating doubts in our hearts. May The Merciful Lord, Owner of all the worlds, Sovereign of humanity, save us from the evil He created. The trough of darkness, from settling in, the knots that ensure the enslavement to our demons: such as the demons of envy and the envious.